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I am the weathervane
I never said anything strange
But those in storms who lost their way
Seem to give me all their blame
Oh well
Like the gallows
Or the weapons
Or the red nose
Or the rose with the thorn
How I lost those days
So I started pointing my own way
Not the way the wind came
I brought a spring without rain
But unlike blame received no praise
Oh well
Like the teacher
The good mother
Or the writer
Or the bough for the bird
How I made those days
Oh I won't lie
I'd take my word for it now
Oh I won't like
I'd take my word for it
I'd take my word for it now
So look up to me before the sun
If you dare to know what's to come
I'll give you what's given me
Of news from far and in between
Clouds that hear the unheard
Storms with face, arms, and words
It's enough to make you say
Oh my god